Feeling her heartbeat involuntarily quicken, she quickly gathered her thoughts.
"Lucas Walker, I swear I'm going to castrate you myself!"
Ivana Bennett cursed softly under her breath, she used her arms to prop up her body and glanced around the room.
There was only the simplest furniture in the room, besides which, everything was impeccably clean. Not to mention the knife that had been placed on the cabinet earlier, even her torn clothes had been tidied away.
She pulled a sheet around herself and swung her legs out of the bed. When her toes touched the plush carpet, an odd pain emanated from between her legs.
Again, she mentally cursed Lucas Walker and his female relatives before enduring the pain and standing up. She pulled back the sheers hanging on the side window.
From here, she could see the helipad and the beautiful deep blue deck.
Turns out, she was on a cruise ship.
She closed the window, she inspected the room again, now finding only men's clothes in the cupboards.
Ironed shirts and suits without a crease, ties, men's underwear, and socks.
Gemstone cufflinks filled an entire drawer, along with different styles of branded watches, many of which were limited editions...
Everything pointed to the fact that the man was extremely wealthy.
Ivana Bennett casually picked up a watch and checked the time.
The time was displayed: nine o'clock in the morning.
At the corner of her eye, she noticed the date displayed on the watch and her brow furrowed.
December 5th, Saturday?!
It was Saturday now, but her last memory, beyond that wild night with Lucas Walker, was of drinking with classmates in a bar on Thursday night.
What had happened from Thursday night right up to last night?
Why was she in this man's bed?
Lucas Walker was obviously wealthy, so it can't have been a kidnapping.
He claimed to remember her, but why couldn't she remember where she had seen him?
Her mind filled with questions, but her ears picked up the sound of helicopter blades outside.
Ivana Bennett quickly moved to the window, pulled back the sheer curtain, and saw a brand-new black helicopter landing on the helipad of the yacht.
Two men in black suits jumped out of the helicopter, each holding a collection of bags big and small.
Click!
A light sound came from the door.
Ivana Bennett quickly closed the curtain and looked toward the door with heightened alertness.
The door was pushed open and a middle-aged Caucasian maid walked in holding several large paper bags. She walked smilingly up to Ivana Bennett, holding out the bags.
Ivana Bennett recognized at a glance that these bags were the same ones the men had carried from the helicopter.
She could see black clothing in one bag with a part opened, and another bag seemed to contain underwear and shoes.
Seeing that Ivana wasn't taking it, the maid smiled at her and then moved to go to the bathroom.
Ivana reached out and grabbed her, pushing her against the wall and choking her.
"Where is Lucas Walker? Where is this place, why am I here..."
The paper bags in the maid's hands fell to the floor with a bang, and clothes slid out, landing on the white plush carpet...
The maid, looking terrified, waved her hands around, and began to babble something.
Ivana sighed and switched to English: "Lucas Walker, that man... where is he?"
The maid waved her hands again, still babbling.
Ivana was taken aback. Despite her fluency in several languages, she couldn't understand a single word!
It wasn't Chinese, it wasn't English, and it definitely wasn't French or Russian that she was familiar with. Listening to the tone, it seemed to be Arabic.
This, she really wasn't good at.